Listening to the wind, the bamboo forest has completely turned into a wasteland, and there are few green bamboos that can stand alone, and those who are watching the battle will naturally be exposed, whether it is a disciple of a famous sect, a third-rate sect, a member of a cultivator family, or a lone traveler, almost everyone has the idea of killing Li Molan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Why? Just because the old sword immortals who are avoided by the sword immortals have been rampant in the Beihai for more than a hundred years, all the cultivators have to restrain their desire to act, and all the evildoers are panicked in their hearts.

The Beihai Sword Immortal was deduced by the hidden Netherworld Immortal Tianchen Daoist and came to the conclusion that he had died, not many people believed it, not that they didn't believe it, but they didn't dare to believe it, but now the Beihai Sword Immortal descendant appeared here with that peerless divine sword, in a sense, it had already foreshadowed something.

Not to mention whether the dry wine poem is dead or alive, don't those grudges vent on this person?

Li Molan looked at the murderous eyes of the four guests in the Spring and Autumn Period, and then looked at the ill-intentioned eyes of the people around her, and there was a feeling that she was surrounded by wolves.

Everyone wanted to catch him, whether it was to ask him about the secret of the dry wine poem, or to capture the North Sea Dragon Elephant, in a sense, it was even more attractive than the inheritance of the Yubei immortals.

Don't look at the fact that only the Spring and Autumn Four Guests have erupted with obvious killing intent right now, Li Molan knows that if the battle is triggered, he will face endless crises.

Not far away, the three disciples of Qiu Mingshan showed a look of watching the play.

Murong Yuluo wanted to step forward, but she had the will of the Vermilion Bird Sect on her shoulders, so her footsteps moved a little, and finally stopped.

Even if she stepped forward, it would be impossible to save this person at this moment, not to mention that it was impossible for her to use the survival and decline of the entire Vermilion Bird Sect to save him.

This little phoenix of the Vermilion Bird Sect lowered its head, bit its lip, and its white little hands played with the corners of the blood-colored scholar's shirt, silent.

The surprise in the eyes of the paper regret quickly calmed down, if the mysterious martial arts young man is the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal, then of course everything makes sense, he has no ill feelings towards Li Molan, but he will definitely not help, if Li Molan dies here, he will at most regret a little, mourn for a while, and be benevolent.

Zi Xiaoxiao sat on the ground in a daze, not knowing what to say, the development of things was too much beyond her imagination, her head couldn't accept so many changes at once, it was almost blank.

It took a long time for her to react, but what could she do? Brave the world's disapproval to go up to the beauty to save the hero? How is this possible? And what is the use?

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Is this the target of public criticism?

Li Molan looked at the eyes around him, his ears were filled with all kinds of shouting voices, looking at those Longqian Peak, Yuan Xuefu, Wang He Family, Sword Pavilion, and then Qiuming Mountain, the disciples of Emperor Zizhai gradually surrounded him, looking at those disciples of the non-mainstream sect and the little monk family coming with bad intentions, and looking at those lone wanderers also had gloomy eyes, as if they wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

His heart was calm, without the slightest ripple.

Beiyue Senran said: "Then you will die here today, I see that you just fought a big battle, what else do you have to fight back?"

No one accused him of taking advantage of others, first of all, Beiyue originally thought that he was not a gentleman, and secondly, when he killed the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal, no one would condemn him, and the entire cultivation world would only retain the voice of praise.

The dry wine poem is very powerful, the sword is out of the immortals, and the wind has been flowing in the North Sea for more than 100 years, even if the whole world is an enemy, he is not afraid at all.

But Li Molan definitely does not have this strength.

At this moment, he is indeed the enemy of the whole world, looking at it, not to mention that in this Yubei tomb, even if it is the entire Beihai, he only has enemies and no friends.

No cultivator sect would send goodwill to the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal, no one would, and no one would dare.

The expressions of those Dao disciples and Enlightenment Academy students were very complicated.

It stands to reason that they should also be at odds with Li Merlan.

But Li Molan's injury was left behind to protect the Holy Maiden, this is the grace of others, how can it be that grace will be avenged at this moment?

Whether it was the students of the Enlightenment Academy or the disciples of the Dao Sect, including Zi Xiaoxiao, their eyes were all on one person.

A woman in a bright red shirt.

The only person who could change the situation was the Daomen Holy Maiden who was transcendent and sacred.

What would she do? Would she dare to put the Dao Sect on the opposite side of the entire Cultivation Realm? Would she dare to make a decision that might bury the Dao Sect for the sake of the disciples of the Beihai Sword Immortal?

Hua Linshui's gaze wandered, and there was no obvious killing intent.

Zhu Youtear was silent, but his attitude was very resolute.

Lan Kewu's eyes were solemn, he looked at Li Molan, then at Yu Hongyi, and began to speculate.

Beiyue held the Spring Sword in his hand, and did not care about Yu Hongyi's opinion, in his opinion, with the overall situation of the Daomen Holy Maiden, it was impossible to make such a choice, the Daomen Holy Maidens of the past generations were all people with great wisdom, how could they make such a stupid decision? For the sake of a young man, he was the enemy of the Nuo Great Cultivation Realm? Even the Daomen could not do it.

Li Molan was about to speak, when suddenly a hand was on his shoulder.

A small, boneless hand pulled him back, making him stand behind Yu Huaji.

This action reveals a lot of things.

This is to protect, this is what Yu Huaji means, this is the meaning of the Holy Maiden of Daomen, and this is the attitude of the entire Daomen.

She wants to protect the young man behind her, which is equivalent to protecting him in the entire Daomen.

Then he can't die, he can't die, he can't die if he wants to.

Li Molan looked at the girl's back in a daze, and then the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked.

He was very happy, very happy, he felt that all the blood and sweat he had put in was worth it, and everything he had paid was rewarded.

It's a joyful and touching thing.

He had given her enough kindness, even his life, that it was up to her to repay his kindness.

As for whether there is something other than good intentions, no one knows.

Yu Huaji stood in front of Li Molan, her eyes were still green, and there were still toxins raging on her body, so she spoke softly.

"Who dares to touch him?"

Her voice was like a breeze, faint, but firm and powerful, although those poisons were suppressed, her body was still painful, and her throat would ache more than once she said a word.

But she still said coldly: "Whoever dares to touch him will be the enemy of my Daomen!"

Beiyue, as the head of the Spring and Autumn Four Guests, took a step forward and said coldly: "Yu Hongyi, do you know what you are doing?"

Yu Huaji's gaze swept over the unpredictable eyes around her, and said lightly: "I know very well, it's just a life-saving grace." ”

The grace of saving lives is naturally as heavy as a mountain.

This is a very compelling reason.

Chunke Beiyue asked, "Even if you let the Dao Gate fall into the abyss, will you not hesitate?"

Yu Huaji was silent.

She couldn't answer the question, but her silence was the best answer.

Those Dao Sect disciples stepped forward with complicated expressions, and soon they cheered up, suppressed their injuries, and protected Li Molan in the middle.

More than a dozen female disciples of the Dao Sect formed a simple sword formation, although such a sword formation must be useless in the face of the Spring and Autumn Four Guests, but it seemed to be able to block the pressure from all directions.

Li Molan glanced at Zi Xiaoxiao, who was holding a Dao sword and ranking in the sword array beside her, with a smile on her face.

This is the door.

In front of everyone's eyes, there is no possibility of assassination, and on the surface, it stands to reason that who would dare to do something to the Holy Maiden of Daomen?

But now, everyone can do something to the Daomen Holy Maiden, because she dares to protect the public enemy of the Taoist world, then she is no longer a holy Daomen Holy Maiden, but a mad Yu Hongyi.

It's just that many people still have some concerns.

Especially the small sects, it is impossible for them to ignore the Daomen behind Yu Huaji, maybe the people of Qiu Mingshan and Emperor Zizhai dare to make a move, and even the people of Guanxin Valley, Sword Pavilion, and Vermilion Bird Sect dare to make a move, but others cannot, because the forces behind them can't resist the pressure from the Daomen.

Those who had concerns retreated, but there were still many who remained to keep an eye on them.

Behind these people are some first-class sects, even if the Daomen Holy Maiden is killed here at this moment, the Daomen will not be able to act recklessly, and there will definitely be no excuse to make trouble.

If all these people launched an attack at this moment, the crumbling sword formation of the Dao Gate would be shattered in an instant, and whether it was Li Molan or Yu Huaji, they would all die here, and there would definitely be no one to help them.

Listening to the wind, some figures appeared outside the bamboo forest.

Someone noticed this and turned their heads away.

Zhu Mingwen, a sword maniac with a bandage on his chest, walked slowly with the support of the rest of the Sword Pavilion disciples.

The sword madman didn't even die? Everyone was stunned, thinking to themselves, how could the sword idiot prince Jian say that he killed Zhu Mingwen?

A few Sword Pavilion disciples who were more surprised than worried hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

Zhu Mingwen explained: "The sword idiot let me go in the end, otherwise I would definitely die." But what's going on here?"

Zhu Mingwen looked at the bamboo forest that was almost razed to the ground, and the two groups of people with arrows and crossbows, showing a puzzled look.

The surrounding Sword Pavilion disciples hurriedly and briefly explained the cause and effect.

"Is that so?" Zhu Mingwen was stunned.

Suddenly, a sword fell from the sky, it was his Dragon Yin Sword, Zhu Mingwen stretched out his hand and held the Dragon Yin Sword steadily, and glanced at Li Molan and Yu Hongyi, who were protected by the female disciples of the Daomen, and hesitated.

With the support of the rest of the Sword Pavilion disciples, he walked towards the middle of the crowd.

Quite a few people's eyes moved with him.

Until he stopped, standing in the middle of the field full of broken bamboos and bamboo leaves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, maybe this matter can be solved by waiting until the Yubei Tomb is out. ”

Zhu Mingwen admonished.

Yu Huaji and Li Molan glanced at each other.

Beiyue Sen Ran said: "Are you sword madman ready to meddle in this matter?

Zhu Mingwen said: "It is about the predecessors of the Beihai Sword Immortal, this matter should not be handled by us juniors, but should be decided by the elders of the sect." ”

"Is there any other possibility? Even Zhu Youyou couldn't help but open his mouth with tears.

Hua Linshui glanced at Zi Xiaoxiao with a complicated expression.

Zi Xiaoxiao winked at her, as if there was some signal hidden.

Zhu Mingwen said: "Then it's a very simple question, how does his sword, this North Sea Dragon Elephant, decide to belong?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes gathered.

Including the disciples of a famous sect like Qiu Mingshan, they couldn't hold back the greed in their eyes at the moment.

Lu Yu looked at this scene like a play, without saying a word.

The first place on the list of famous weapons in the North Sea, the divine sword that drank the blood of countless immortals, and even drank the unfamiliar blood of the previous lord of Emperor Zhai.

This sword, not to mention that Emperor Zizhai wants to get it, whether it's Qiuming Mountain, Guanxin Valley, or Vermilion Bird Sect, who doesn't want to get it?

Even second-rate sects like Long Qianfeng and Yuan Xuefu were lucky, trying to take advantage of the chaos, how could they allow Emperor Zizhai to take it away?

"This magic sword has drunk the unfamiliar blood of my Emperor Zhai Patriarch...... Naturally......" Beiyue suddenly couldn't speak.

He also wanted to get the sword, and I believe everyone present thought so.

At this time, no amount of high-sounding reasons is enough.

Everyone wants it, not just Emperor Zizhai, but this sword has only one sword.

Zhu Mingwen said with a smile: "This matter should be discussed by the elders of the sect present, we can't really decide the major matters in the sect, not to mention that even Jun Buxie didn't show up and made rash conclusions, Chunke, are you too arbitrary?"

Beiyue was silent, and a touch of scorn flashed on her feminine and handsome cheeks.

There was silence all around. (To be continued.) )